run away please

i was so afraid
after last night
and the long, intense
conversation
and the wine
and the ambience
and the flat-shoed
waiter wearing a
funny cowboy hat
i am scared
i will lose you
to the mist
like all those other ones
before.
i am terrified
you will walk away
from the conversation
just like switching off
a TV set after
a decent, sweaty round
of tennis.
i am afraid to fall in love
with you
because i know
it is just more heartbreaks
maybe the nth
in a series that began
truly long ago
in a time somewhere
in a land, far far away
in an age so innocent.
tell me you won't run away
like all those previously
tell me that it is here to stay.
every time i am done with the pain
comes another one.
oh! tell me this isn't
like all those other ones.